I weave no webs around your thoughts
I throw no swine before the pearls you've bought

As long as love's kiss is to prevail
One must abide before the gates of Hell

To taste the glory of the rain
One must be careful of lightning's pain

Or listen to the thunderous
roar
And the hail's rattlin' at your door

Should you live or choose to die
There will always be a bluer sky

We all dangle from the ropes of trees
Then comes the collector of all our fees

None come ready with stout desire
All are uncertain except the liars